A stubborn heart,
Fearless soul
A curious mind.

I once dared to be brave,
I did not dive off of a cliff.
I did not sail into the wild sea,
I did let myself feel.

I let my emotions take full control of me,
No denial
No repression
Full control.

It gave me freedom to explore seas of my own,
let me sail into experiences with no expectations.
It gave me limitless bravery, as I let myself feel to the fullest.

Letting go of all restrain meant I began each venture with a blank canvas.
Letting my feelings paint as I threw myself into what was presented to me,
It would’ve seemed each canvas was painted by a different artist.

A whole world of my own and all in my head.  
I go there sometimes.
I go to explore, I go there when I’m scared of what I can’t understand.

I withdraw into that world when the physical one confuses me.
I go there when I try to understand the world in the head of who I love.
I probably infer too much, think for others too much
I can’t help it.
I can’t help but liberate the curiosity of anticipating the ending.
I can't help but feel the the universe is trying to understand itself.

I’m loud, quiet
I’m bold, subtle
I’m loving, selfish
I’m confident, vulnerable
I’m detached, attached  
I’m honest, insincere
I’m outgoing, shy.

That’s just the beginning. so I ask you to pray for the brave.
Pray because we throw of ourselves into anything we believe we can grasp,
Pray because we won’t ever give up on what we love,
Pray because we will feel the whole emotional spectrum ,
Pray because we won’t do it ourselves.

You, my sister,
are the one friend
who has known me
all my life
and
I've known you most of yours
less
three years before I came to be
and
a few for which
I have no memory

I wish
I could recall

when I was new
did you lift me?
or stroke
my forehead?
did you sing
to me?

did you gaze
at tiny feet
and
hands
in wonder
and
amazement?

were we pals
even then?
even before my eyes
could focus
on your face
to see you
to know you?

did our spirits
know each other
and
bond in some mysterious way?
planning even then
their escapades
of
running
bare-chested, barefooted
in blazing summer sun
circling our tree
so "far" from home?
our adventures

did they see
the time ahead
when the fog would come
and
confuse?
when we'd each
be alone to struggle
with who we are?

did they know
we'd find our way
back again
never completely losing sight
of our special bond?
a bond temporarily
blurred by life
by grown up sorrows
deaths
separations

grim details
of life

like a broken branch
on a tree that hangs
by not more
than a thread
hangs on through
all the storms
clinging with all
its energy

finally
growing anew
connecting fully

better
than before